i try to vanish. slowly, i disappear, and begin to fade. i push the limit sometimes, to test how far i can go before people start to notice that i’m gone. sometimes i think that it wouldn’t even matter.

i’d go to the moon and back for anyone about anything, but i’m unworthy of a single thought or consideration.

yeah, that seems to be the general rule of life.

and i’ll admit that i’ve never been the best at communicating my needs or wants, which has contributed to part of the problem at times.

but the thing is, if you have to ask someone to think of you, to consider you or to care about you on the most basic level, then is it actually genuine in the end? shouldn’t they want to to begin with?

what is selfish is every c#nt of a person treating every other person in the shitty ways that they do.

i’ve put myself through 27 years of unnecessary suffering (i.e. life), secretly wishing that i would find a trace of hope within human kind; trying to understand people and their horrible ways, forgiving them of them over and over again.

don’t tell me that it’s selfish that i don’t want to be part of it any longer. for the sake of who? every selfish bastard out there? what a joke.